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Today I made my periodic visit to the local antique store.
The place was cluttered with mostly useless stuff galore.
But what attracted me as soon as I walked in the door,
Was a pile of old photographs that people didn't want anymore.

Some from days of yore were very, very amusing,
But viewing all of them provoked in me some melancholy musing.
Those somber and scowling faces peering back at me,
Were once precious members of someone's family tree!

One showed two pretty little girls each holding the other's hand.
Others showed soldiers in uniform looking so handsome and grand.
Many showed someone's beloved old mom and dad.
Some with mama and papa posing stiffly with their little tad.

One intriguing photo showed ladies holding skirts above the knee,
Which was scandalous in Victorian times, I think you will agree!
Another curious one showed a woman behind a horse and plow!
Nowadays, about that, women's lib would surely raise a row!

'Tis regrettable that such precious memories heedlessly cast away,
Now lay upon a cluttered table for sensational display!
It might have been of special worth for ensuing generations,
To cherish those pictures of ancestors who laid family foundations!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)

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